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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.