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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.