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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.