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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
the Germs,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.