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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Evens,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.