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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.