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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.