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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.