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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.