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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.