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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.