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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.