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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.