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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
the Association,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.