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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.