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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.