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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.