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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.