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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.