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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.