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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.