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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.