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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
cv313,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.