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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
EPMD,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.