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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Smog,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.