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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.