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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.