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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.