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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.