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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.