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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cluster to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.