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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Index,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.