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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.