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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.