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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.