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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.