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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.