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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.