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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.