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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.