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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.