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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.