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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.