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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.