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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.