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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
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.