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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.