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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.