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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Swans,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.