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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.