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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Pole,
The Wake,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.