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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.