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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.