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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.