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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.