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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.