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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.