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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.