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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.