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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.