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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scratch Acid 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Magma,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.