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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.