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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.