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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.