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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
JFA,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.