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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.