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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.