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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.