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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.