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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.