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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.