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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.