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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.