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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.