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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.