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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.