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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.