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 Malawi and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.