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 United Kingdom 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.