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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.