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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.