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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Wire,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.