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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.