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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.