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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
New Order,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.