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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.