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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.