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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Urselle,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.