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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.