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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Wire,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.