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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.