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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.