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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
UT,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.