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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Can,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.