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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.