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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.