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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Moebius,
Index,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.