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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.