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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.