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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.