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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.