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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.