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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.