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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.