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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.