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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.