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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Television,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.