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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
cv313,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.