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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
AZ,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.