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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.