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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.