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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.