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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.