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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.