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 Malaysia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
ABC,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.