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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.