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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.