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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.