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 Austria 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.