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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.