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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.