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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Rekid,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.