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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.