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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.