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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Can,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.