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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.