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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.