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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.