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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
ABC,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Index,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.