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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.