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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.