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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.