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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.