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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.