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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.