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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.