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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Brick,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Zapp,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.