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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
UT,
June Days,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.