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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.