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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.