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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.