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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.