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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.