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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.