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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Yaz,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.