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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.