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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Gong,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.