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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.