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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.