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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.