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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.