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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
cv313,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.