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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.