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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.