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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.