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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.