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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
MC5,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
X-102,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.