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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Index,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Pole,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.