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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.