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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Visage to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.