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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.