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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.