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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.