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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.