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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Japan,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.