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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.