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 China and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.