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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.