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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.