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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.