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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Smog,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.