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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.