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 France and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.