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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Index,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.