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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.