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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.