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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Q65,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.