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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.