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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.