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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
cv313,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.