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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.