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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.