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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.