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 India and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.