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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.