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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Shoche,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.