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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers 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 rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.