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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Television,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.