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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yaz to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.