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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.