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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.