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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.