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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.