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 Albania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Pole,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.