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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.