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 Belize and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.