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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.