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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.