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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.