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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.