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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Japan,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.