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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.