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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.