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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.