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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.