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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.