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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Swans,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.