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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.