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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.