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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 PIL to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.