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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.