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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.