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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.