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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.