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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.