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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.