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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.