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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.