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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.