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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
MC5,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Swans,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.