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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.