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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.