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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.