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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
AZ,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.