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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.