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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Index,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.