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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.