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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Technova,
ABC,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.