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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.