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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.