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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.