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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.