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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Nico,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.