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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
X-102,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.