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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.