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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.