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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.