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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.