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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.