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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.