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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.