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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Can,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.