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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.