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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.