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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.