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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.