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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.