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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.