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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Monks,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.