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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.