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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.