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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Roxette,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.