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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.