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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.