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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.