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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.