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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.