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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Visage,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.