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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
ABC,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.