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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Erasure,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.