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 Canada 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
ABC,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.