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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.