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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.