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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.