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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.