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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
ABC,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Franke,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.