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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.