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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Pole,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.