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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.