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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.