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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.