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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.