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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.