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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.