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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.