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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
the Normal,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.