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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.