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 Romania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.