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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.