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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.