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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.