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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Wire,
June Days,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.