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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Cure 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.