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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.