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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.