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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.