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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.