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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Vogues,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.