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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.