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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Evens,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.