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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
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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.