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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.