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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.