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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.