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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.