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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Neu!,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.