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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.