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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.