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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.