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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.