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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.