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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.