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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.