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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
EPMD,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.