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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.