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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.