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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.