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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.