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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.