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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.