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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.