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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Fear,
Audionom,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.