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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.