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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Surgeon 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.