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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.