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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.