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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.