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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.