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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.