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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.