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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.