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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.