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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.