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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.