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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.