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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.