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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.