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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.