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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.