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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.