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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.