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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.