Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.