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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 a-ha 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.