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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 JFA to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.