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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.