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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Hoover,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.