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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.