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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.