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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.