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 Oman and from Lille.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.