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 India and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.