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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.