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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.