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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.