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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Index,
X-101,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.