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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.