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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.