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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.