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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.