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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.