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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.