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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.