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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.