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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.