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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Rakim,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.