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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.