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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.