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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.