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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.