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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
UT,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.