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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.