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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Pylon,
MC5,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.