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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.