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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.