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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.