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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.