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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.