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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.