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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.