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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.