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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.