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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.