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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.