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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.