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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Franke,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.