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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Brick,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.