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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.