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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.