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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Index,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Cure,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.