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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.