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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.