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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.