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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.