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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.