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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Can,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.