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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.