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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.