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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Organ,
Model 500,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.