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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.