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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.