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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.