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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.