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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.