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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.