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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Wire,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.