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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.