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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.