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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.