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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.