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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.