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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.