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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.