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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.