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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.