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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Franke,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.