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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.