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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.