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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Crime,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.