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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.