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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Skarface,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.