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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.