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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.