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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
JFA,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.