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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.