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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.