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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.