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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.