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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.