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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.