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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.