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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.