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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.