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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Television,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.