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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.