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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.