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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.