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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.