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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Q65,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.