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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.