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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Q65,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
MDC,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.