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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.