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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.