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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.