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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.