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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tim Buckley 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.