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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.