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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.