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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.