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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Pole,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.