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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.