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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Can,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Whodini,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.