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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.