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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.