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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.