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 Dominican Republic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.