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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.