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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Roxette,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
ABC,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.