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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.