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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.