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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.