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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
UT,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Crime,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.