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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.