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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.