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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.