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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.