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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.