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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.