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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.