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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.