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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.