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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.