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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.