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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.