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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
The Names,
MC5,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.