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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.