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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.