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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.