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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Quantec,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.