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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.