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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.