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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.