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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.