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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.