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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.