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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Visage,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.