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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.