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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Organ,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Television,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.