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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.