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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.