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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.