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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.