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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.