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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.