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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.