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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.