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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
China Crisis,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.