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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.