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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.