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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Nico,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.