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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.