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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.