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 Ecuador 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
JFA,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.