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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.