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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.