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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.