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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.