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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.