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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
MDC,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.