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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.