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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.