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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.