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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
MDC,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.