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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.