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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Organ,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.