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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.