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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.