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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.