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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.