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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.