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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.