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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.